My Loyal Follower

In case anyone should happen to think that I believe I’m being followed by pickles, it’s my husband who reads my posts every day and no matter how many likes, comments or shares my posts receive (or don’t) he still tells me I’m great. I love that guy!

He’s often amazed that I see faces in the swirling pattern of a shower tile or condensation on an airplane window. So, when one day at lunch he looked down at his plate and saw a pickle that had fallen from his sandwich staring back at him with a sly smile, he immediately thought of me, took a photo of it with his phone and sent it to me.

I was having a particularly difficult day. His thoughtful, unsolicited act, as the song says, filled my heart with gladness, took away my sadness, and eased my troubles. That’s what he does. Damage and baggage can make even the best relationships a continuous work in progress; ours is no different. We get distracted, frustrated, tired. Sometimes we need to be reminded to reach out in small ways to the ones we love. Just to say, “You’re important to me. I’m thinking about you.”

You were freshly pressed, so I started looking around your blog. I really had nothing to say, and was kind of afraid to leave a comment and look stupid. Of course, there would be a typo in my comment, too. … Anyway, I looked in on your pickle follower husband, and when I clicked the Van Morrison tune, I had to click the follow button, too. You had me. Great song. My all-time favorite song is by him – Someone Like You. … Hahaha on Howard Stern. Nice to meet you, Honie.

Maddie, I’m so glad you did. Nice to meet you too. Yeah, can you believe that? Howard Stern right next to me on an airplane! I’m a nut, please feel free to comment anytime. No one here will EVER make you feel stupid. (Read it and weep scum bots)
My motto is…well, I don’t really have a motto, oh wait…no.

I don’t apologize for anything I write and as you may have read in some of the comments below, none are ever required at honiebriggs. Oh, that’s it – no shirt, no shoes, no apologies, no problem. Is that a motto?